Kanjuro, right in front of Tohsaka Tokiomi, domineeringly kissed Tohsaka Aoi on the lips. One of his hands, moreover, roamed freely over her body through her clothes, declaring absolute ownership.
"Urgh—!" Tohsaka Tokiomi's eyes nearly burst from their sockets, instantly bloodshot. Extreme humiliation and rage made him feel as if he would explode. He struggled to lunge forward and perish together with Kanjuro, but the severe wound in his abdomen and a sudden, intangible mental pressure pinned him firmly in place, unable to move even a finger.
Kanjuro willed it, and the Heart-Control Curse Technique from the dark bible was released like an intangible spiderweb, instantly eroding Tohsaka Tokiomi's will and completely stripping him of control over his body.
Immediately after, utilizing the Manifestation Power of the Gospel of Matthew, black light flowed at his fingertips. A metal Dog Collar emitting ominous black qi materialized out of thin air. With a cold touch, it was precisely and insultingly fastened around Tohsaka Tokiomi's slender neck. The soft click of the lock closing was especially clear in the silence.
The three of them walked along the empty, deserted street.
It was now midnight, all sounds hushed. Only the cold moonlight poured down like quicksilver, stretching their shadows long and distorted.
Tohsaka Tokiomi was forced to hunch his body, led like the most submissive hunting dog by the chain in Kanjuro's hand, stumbling along. He didn't know where he was being taken. The humiliation and fury in his heart almost threatened to break through his imprisoned shell.
Kanjuro, meanwhile, walked side-by-side intimately with Tohsaka Aoi, as if enjoying a romantic midnight stroll.
"Look," Kanjuro chuckled, using his chin to gesture towards the wretched figure ahead, "He really looks like a dog." His tone was full of teasing and cruel amusement.
Tohsaka Aoi, nestled against Kanjuro's side, lightly punched his arm upon hearing this, her tone a mix of reproach and complaint: "That's really too much." Yet a flicker of complex, indescribable light passed through her eyes.
"Isn't he, though? Little Aoi." Kanjuro turned his head, kissed Tohsaka Aoi, then released her and retorted.
"...He is!" Under Kanjuro's gaze, Tohsaka Aoi agreed in a low voice.
Tohsaka Tokiomi could only glare at Kanjuro with bloodshot eyes, his gaze burning with deep-seated hatred and the despair of being powerless to change fate.
Under the absolute domination of the heart-control curse, he couldn't muster even a single muscle of resistance, forced to bear this extreme humiliation.
"Your will is too fragile," Kanjuro remarked mercilessly, as if able to read the fury in his eyes, "Empty fame of a genius, yet your heart is Vulnerable. Alas, you are someone who appears shrewd and capable on the surface, but in reality, the walls of your mind are riddled with cracks."
Just as this bizarre scene under the moonlight continued, a sudden change occurred.
At the end of the moonlit street, a graceful figure slowly materialized.
It was a woman wearing a pure white long dress, its hem fluttering without wind, like an udumbara flower blooming under the moon.
However, in stark contrast to her holy attire were the curved, sinister goat horns on her forehead, and the "wings" slowly unfurling behind her—composed of countless writhing black tentacles, like living things.
Her figure was voluptuous and explosive, her curves tightly wrapped by the white dress, seemingly bursting forth.
The corner of her mouth held a smile that seemed to comprehend everything, yet carried a demonic mockery.
Kanjuro's brow suddenly furrowed. From this abruptly appearing woman, he sensed an unprecedented, both familiar and filled with unknown, eerie aura of wicked charm. Its depth and danger far surpassed any being he had encountered before.
Tohsaka Aoi was even more frightened, her face pale. She instinctively grabbed Kanjuro's sleeve tightly, almost completely hiding behind him, her body trembling slightly.
"Save... save me!" Tohsaka Tokiomi seemed to have grasped his last straw, using all the breath he could muster under control to call for help.
Yet, the strange woman didn't even spare Tohsaka Tokiomi a glance from the corner of her eye. Her crimson eyes had been fixed on Kanjuro with keen interest from the start. "Mr. Ye Xiao," her voice carried an ethereal allure, "It seems... you've forgotten something."
"What?" Kanjuro grew even more wary internally, but his expression remained unchanged.
The woman sighed softly, her demeanor actually somewhat pitiable. If not for her non-human features, she would be almost indistinguishable from a peerless beauty of the mortal world.
"Those... interesting things you did to Mrs. Yukinoshita, I haven't yet given you the corresponding 'reward'."
Her slender fingers lightly tapped her chin, "Don't make me come find you personally every time, okay?"
Kanjuro was slightly taken aback. Before he could even respond, he felt the surrounding space instantly solidify—time seemed to have been paused, the falling leaves hung motionless in mid-air, and the faint chirping of insects in the distance abruptly ceased.
Only he and the woman in white could move.
The woman glided forward on light steps, closing the distance to stand right before Kanjuro in an instant. A wave of warm, exotic fragrance wafted over him.
She tilted up her face, one that could topple kingdoms, and smiled charmingly, her eyes sparkling with a captivating light: "Could it be... you've already forgotten me so soon?"
Feeling that vast, chaotic, and primordial aura up close, a flash of insight struck Kanjuro, and the name escaped his lips: "Nyarlathotep?"
"Mhm~" the woman let out a pleased sound, effectively confirming it.
"To be precise, I am but one of His countless avatars. If you wish, you can call me 'Chiyo'." She offered a name imbued with Japanese flair.
"Well then, what brings you here specifically to find me?" Kanjuro remained vigilant, not daring to relax in the slightest.
Chiyo didn't answer directly. Instead, she advanced again, and in the instant before Kanjuro could react, her alluring crimson lips were already pressed against his. This kiss was not a brief peck but lasted for a long and eerie twenty minutes.
Kanjuro felt an indescribable force, a blend of icy cold and searing heat, pass through their connected lips into his body. It was as if his very soul was being branded with a certain mark. From his mouth to his consciousness, his entire being was saturated with her unique, indelible scent.
After a long while, Chiyo slowly drew back, her expression still enchantingly beautiful, a triumphant cunning flickering in her shifting gaze.
"Your reward... has been given." She extended her tongue, lightly licking the corner of her own lips, her voice carrying a hint of lazy huskiness, "Until next time, my adorable contractor."
Before the words fully faded, her figure began to rapidly fade, like a phantom dissolving into moonlight, before completely vanishing into the dense darkness. Along with her disappearance, the stilled time resumed its flow.
By the time Kanjuro fully regained his senses, he felt a buzzing in his mind. A torrent of entirely new, strange knowledge and abilities surged forth, swiftly understood and absorbed by him.
To his astonishment, he discovered he had now mastered the terrifying authority to freely create, weave, and even completely rewrite the memories of others!
Kanjuro took a deep breath of the cool night air, trying to calm the turmoil within. He subconsciously pursed his lips, which seemed to still retain the touch and scent of that non-human entity. Suddenly, recalling how she had come and gone at will, completely in control of the situation, a wave of irritation at being toyed with welled up in him.
"Left in a hurry..." Kanjuro muttered a low curse under his breath, tinged with a hint of vexation. "I should have... 'taught her a lesson' before letting her go!"
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